Nature has made my mind a mint, My thoughts are coins, on which I live; The dies, with which I stamp my thoughts, Trees, blossoms, birds, and children give. Sometimes my die's a homeless man, Or babes that have no milk and perish; Sometimes it is a lady fair, Whose grace and loveliness I relish. But all my love-thoughts, until now, Were false to utter, and must cease; And not another coin must pass Without your image on each piece. So, you shall be my queen from now, Your face on every thought I utter; And I'll be rich -- although the world May judge my metal's worth no better. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN TRAMP, TRAMP, TRAMP by GEORGE FREDERICK ROOT DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE IDYLLS OF THE KING: GARETH AND LYNETTE by ALFRED TENNYSON |